I wonder while I wander…

The Reason for My Hiatus

So, if you were paying attention, you may have noticed I disappeared for about a month there. At first my absence from the webernets was intentional. A person should check twitter in the hopes that Rainn Wilson will say something funny only so many times per day. Once that limit is exceeded, the word “obsession” starts being bandied about. However, the further I moved away from my virtual relationships, the more time I seemed to have. More time to do things like sit around and envy those badly-dressed women with well-dressed fairy godmothers on the three episodes per day of What Not to Wear.

But, seriously, there is a good reason for my hiatus. And it’s name is Proof. As in the 2001 winner of the Pulitzer Prize and Tony Award for Best Play. As in the 2005 movie with Gwyneth Paltrow and Jake Gyllenhaal. (The clip on IMDb is totally my favorite line of the play, though Gwyneth doesn’t make it nearly funny enough in my opinion.)

Yeah, so, in a moment of sheer madness, I auditioned for this play, and I got a part. (This may be a good time to mention that I haven’t been in a play since I was 18 years old, when I took on the role of a crazy old king in a children’s play in Tuakau, New Zealand. I got the part, despite being very noticeably a girl, because I was the only person who auditioned who had ever memorized lines before. They made me wear a very itchy beard made of polyfill and dyed with gray magic markers. I made my own crown based on the Burger King crown – everyone thought it was brilliant because they didn’t have a Burger King in their area at that time.)

For reference, if you watched the IMDb clip, I’m the stony-faced older sister in the pink coat. Sadly, I don’t get to wear a fun pink coat, especially since the play takes place in Chicago in SEPTEMBER, which Hollywood apparently thinks is cold enough for a wool overcoat. I mean, c’mon Hollywood, it’s not April!

For the last month, I have spent significant amounts of time reading and re-reading and reading once again this play. My script is covered with notes and highlights and coffee stains and tears from the panic attacks. However, I count it a major victory that I have not passed out or run away in hysterics from a rehearsal yet. And, as we open in three weeks, I figured it was about time to let the webernets know what’s going on.